Chapter 2: Scarier than the movies.

"Of all the studies, an' livin' rooms, an' meetin' rooms, an' so on, they had to come to this exact damn one" Rogue thought. She was on her knees, her back all twisted, her face against Remy's and her left cheek against the couch. One single movement of her would have probably made everyone realize they were there, so she decided to stay quiet and with no blouse on. She realized Remy was nervous too, since she had never seen him looking like a frightened statue. She was sure he was worried about two things: her, being caught half naked with him, and the way Logan was surely going to beat the crap out of him. Nobody in the house (except for Kitty) seemed to be very comfortable with their relationship; they were always thinking that he was going to hurt her at any moment, probably cheating on her or something. Remy wanted to change that impression they had of him: "But dis will do no good to Remy's image" he recognized.

"…the best thing we can do would definitely be accepting that document", the two southerners heard Scott's voice.

"I must agree with that; if we don't, the blame would be on us, for not taking any chances on peace"; the Beast was there too.

"I don't know, you know? I mean, I still don't trust them, how could we? It's like they lie all the time" Kitty pointed out.

"We don't trust them; but we need to do this" Jean answered.

"We don't" they finally heard the Canadian's brusque growl.

"Logan, we talked about this already…" said Storm. Rogue couldn't believe this was actually happening. "Is the whole mutant race gonna show up here tonight?" she told herself, and thought that Remy was probably thinking the same thing.

"Vell, I don't like the idea either, if you ask me". It was Kurt who Rogue heard this time: "Kurt? Great, since when is he interested in these meetings?"

They kept talking and talking about the situation between humans and mutants, while Rogue and Remy did nothing but staring at each other, thinking that those had to be the longest minutes of their lives; at one point, Rogue realized she had never thought she would be in such a situation, and couldn't help but to laugh silently. Remy did too, thinking that of all the times in his life that he had had to hide while stealing, and other times while being with some girl, this was way different (it was Rogue, after all) and it was really crazy. In the meantime, how could they know? How could they have known that all of a sudden, in the middle of all the chat and the arguing, just out of a coincidence, Logan fixated his eyes on the floor, next to the couch were Kitty was sitting, and saw a grey shirt. How could have they known that while they were chuckling in silence, Logan was frowning, and activating his enhanced sense of smell. How could have they known that while Cyclops was giving a speech about God knows what, Logan already knew that Remy was in the room, that he was with Rogue, and that he suddenly felt in the mood for slicing some Cajun trash.

Now, there was a little indecision inside Logan's mind; sure he wanted to kick Remy to death, but he didn't want to do it in front of everyone, first of all, 'cause they wouldn't let him actually kill him, and second, 'cause he wanted to talk a couple of things with Rogue first, and he didn't want to put her on evidence in front of everyone; at least not now. So, he tried to contain his anger by cracking his knuckles, never loosing the couch out of sight. "You can't cheat my nose, Punk" he thought. "But wait 'til tonight".

The meeting lasted for at least another half hour, in which Logan was very surprised he didn't have a heart attack.

"Ok, I think we have made our decisions now" Scott sentenced.

"Maybe you did…" Kitty murmured, and stood up to leave the room. "Oh, what is this?" she said, when she stepped on some piece of grey fabric. Everybody looked at her, and then at the shirt she was holding in her hands.

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Um, whose shirt is that?" Scott asked. When they heard those words, Rogue and Remy stared at each other; she closed her eyes and bit her lower lip. He knew deep in his gut that they would get caught, because, even though Jean wouldn't use her power to get to someone's mind, unless it was completely necessary, there was Logan. So the Cajun was pretty much preparing himself for the moment when three claws would suddenly appear to chop his head off.

With a small impulse of her power, Jean realized of what was happening: "Oh, I don't know; why don't we all go have some dinner?" she smiled, trying to help.

"Wait, I think I've seen it before", said Kitty, furrowing her brows, trying to remember. Rogue's heart was beating like crazy, praying for people to listen to Jean and get the hell out of there. "Isn't it, like… Remy's?" When Kit said this, Logan couldn't handle it anymore; he would later thank her for doing this little favour to him:

"Get out, Gumbo" he grunted. Everybody turned towards the direction the Canadian was looking. Then, there came five seconds of tension; Remy LeBeau, the master thief and stuff, caught up this way! It was ridiculous, it was just… insane. Rogue gazed at him with scared eyes, which made him decide he should try to get the best out of this, as he always did. So he winked at her, and taking a deep breath, he straightened on his knees and faced everyone's shocked expressions.

"Ya're right, petite, that'd be mine. Thanks, I was looking for it".

At the same time, Rogue closed her eyes again, thinking: "We're so busted".

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